...through the cold, wet nose-touch that precedes the lapping tongue of dog-kisses.
...in the inexplicably random urge a kindergartener has to encourage the 17 bodies surrounding him to smother the teacher in a group hug.
...through the quiet voice of a child whose words reassure the teacher that something went right after all (despite it feeling like a depressing flop).
...in the way two sets of arms fit perfectly into the kind of blissful hug that makes the world melt away.
...through the colors in the sky as the sun starts sinking.
...in the mounting stillness of the night as less and less people are awake, as even the dogs doze for the night.
...through the passing days full of lessons, growing knowledge, and things coming together beautifully.
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